Heywood, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [1592-1599] (Annals) history · Derby's (Strange's) Men unassigned nearest T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 496 words
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Come sir will you go in? I'll eat no meat, give me leave to walk here, Am I now left alone? no millions Of miseries attend me everywhere: Ah Mathew Shore, how doth all seeing heaven, Punish some sin, from thy blind conscience hid? Inflicting pain where all thy pleasure was, And by my wife came all these woes to pass, She falsed her faith, and broke her wedlock's band, Her honour fallen, how could my credit stand? Yet will not I poor Iane on thee exclaim, Though guilty thou, I guiltless suffer shame. I left this land too little for my grief, Returning, am accounted as a these, Who in that ship came but a passenger, To see my friends, hoping the death of her, At fight of whom some sparks of former love, (Hid in affections ashes) pity move, Kindling compassion in my broken heart, That bleeds to think on her ensuing smart. O see weak women's imperfections, That leave their husbands safe protections, Hazarding all on strangers flatteries, Whose lust alaid, leaves them to miseries, See what dishonour breach of wedlock brings, Which is not safe even in the arms of kings: Thus do I Iane lament thy present state, Wishing my tears thy torments might abate. Now (as I am a Queen) a goodly creature, Son how was she attended where you found her? madam I found her at the Marshalsea, Going to visit the poor prisoners, As she came by, having been to take the air, And there the keeper told me she oft deals Such bounteous alms as seldom hath been seen. Now before God, she would make a gallant Queen, But good son Dorset stand aside a while. God save your majesty my Lady Shore, My Lady Shore said I? Oh blasphemy, To wrong your title with a Lady's name, Queen Shore, nay rather Empress Shore, God save your grace, your majesty, your highness Lord I want titles, you must pardon me: What? you kneel there, king Edward's bedfellow And I your subject sit? fie, fie for shame. Come take your place, & I'll kneel where you do, I may take your place, you have taken mine, Good Lord that you will so debase yourself: I am sure you are our sister Queen at least. Nay that you are, then let us sit together. Great Queen, yet hear me, if my sin committed, Have not stopped up all passage to your mercy, To tell the wrongs that I have done your highness, Might make revenge exceed extremity, Oh had I words or tongue to utter it, To plead my woman's weakness, & his strength, That was the only worker of my fall. Even innocence herself would blush for shame, Once to be named or spoken of in this, Let them expect for mercy whose offence, May but be called sin, oh mine is more, Prostrate as earth, before your highness feet, Inflict what torments you shall think most meet.
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Come sir will you go in? Ile eate no meat, giue me leaue to walke here, Am I now left alone? no millions Of miseries attend me euery where: Ah Mathew Shoare, how doth all séeing heauen, Punish some sinne, from thy blind conscience hid? Inflicting pame where all thy pleasure was, And by my wife came all these woes to passe, She falsde her faith, and brake her wedlocks band, Her honour falue, how could my credit stand? Yet will not I poore Iane on thee exclaime, Though guiltie thou, I guiltlesse suffer shame. I left this land too little for my griefe, Returning, am accounted as a theese, Who in that ship came but a passenger, To sée my friends, hoping the death of her, At fight of whom some sparkes of former loue, (Hid in affections ashes) pittie moue, Kindling compassion in my broken heart, That bleeds to thinke on her insuing smart. O see weake womens imperfections, That leaue their husbands safe protections, Hazarding all on strangers flatteries, Whose alad, leaues them to miseries, See what dishonor breach of wedlocke brings, Which is not safe euen in the armes of kings: Thus do I Iane lament thy present state, Wishing my teares thy torments might abate. Now (as I am a Quéene) a goodly creature, Sonne how was she attended where you found her? Madame I found her at the Marshalsea, Going to visit the poore prisoners, As she came by, hauing beene to take the ayre, And there the keeper told me she ost deales Such bounteous almes as seldome hath béene séene. Now before God, she would make a gallant Queene, But good sonne Dorset stand aside a while. God saue your maiestiomy my Ladie Shoare, My Ladie Shoare said I? Oh blasphemie, To wrong your title with a Ladies name, Queene Shoore, nay rather Empresse Shoare, God saue your grace, your maiesty, your highnes Lord I want titles, you must pardon me: What? you knéele there, king Edwards bedfellow And I your subiect sit? sie, sie for shame. Come take your place, & e knéele where you do, I may take your place, you haue taken mine, Good Lord that you will so debase your selfe: I am sure you are our sister Queene at least. Nay that you are, then let vs sit togither. Great Queene, yet heare me, if my sinne committed, Haue not stopt vp all passage to your mercie, To tel y• wrongs that I haue done your highnes, Might make reuenge exceed extremitie, Oh had I words or tongue to vtter it, To plead my womans weaknesse, & his strength, That was the onely worker of my fall. Euen innocence her selfe would blush for shame, Once to be namde or spoken of in this, Let them expect for mercie whose offence, May but be called sinne, oh mine is more, Prostrate as earth, before your highnesse féete, Inflict what torments you shal thinke most meet.